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Post by clouds just clouds on May 24, 2015 0:08:00 GMT -8
Timothy took in a breath and turned to look at Gabriel. Pressing his lips together, Timothy shook his head, "M-My apologies, if my... anxiety makes you.. irritated or ill..." A sigh left Timothy and he watched the ground. "I realize that this is as... surprising to you as it is to me--a-and I can't..." Timothy moved to sit at the end of a bed, holding his head in his heads. After running his fingers through his hair a few times, Timothy said quietly, "I... I told you of my sister, and... her husband." His hand found its way towards his leg and he found his fingers tracing the scar, over his rumpled pants. Heart beat quickening, Timothy wished to banish the rising anxiety. "So, I guess you could say... I'm more or less afraid of losing the last bit of my family, be that because of my incompetence, or another reason." Clearing his throat, Timothy stood and adjusted his suit once more before grabbing Gabriel's jacket and fishing out his wallet.
"But for now, I suppose we have some things to get done." Timothy tried to pull on his usual state of professionalism, yet found it escaping him. Timothy walked over towards the door, and could barely brave himself enough to look over his shoulder. "Thank you... Gabriel."
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Post by Dina Doo on May 24, 2015 11:09:34 GMT -8
Poor Timothy.. But Gabriel knew their relationship, awkward now, would be worked out by time. Just as long as Timothy didn't leave, some small part of him whispered. As long as his son didn't leave before they could get the chance to know each other. "Let's just go before it gets too late. Timothy, you should hold on to my wallet for now and handle the finances." Another baby yawn.
But before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. A voice came from the other side. "Wright, Gabriel, we have some messages from the higher ups they wanted us to bring to you."
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 24, 2015 14:42:08 GMT -8
Timothy sighed audibly and frowned deeply. He glanced back at Gabriel to make sure he had no objections before turning to open to door. "For what do we deserve the honor of your visit?" His voice seemed far less pleased, but he remained professional and lax of any emotion.
"Well, Wright," one of the two men seemed to have a calculating wit, yet didn't hold a smile. "We're here for two different reasons. Each to do with either one of you." He picked dirt from out underneath his nail, his tail flicking back and forth. "Gabriel, my business is to do with you." Leaning forward, he seemed to have no sense of personal space for either Timothy or the other man--probably full on leaning on the other man to get a better look at Gabriel. "The higher ups think that you're too incapacitated to do any work as young as you are. They are giving you a vacation--paid, for now." He brought out a thick envelope and handed it to Timothy. "There are more details in here, and also retirement options, which you should consider. For the future, of course." And the man muttered quietly, "However near."
Anger flicked inside Timothy and he breathed in slowly, his eyes narrowing.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 26, 2015 18:18:31 GMT -8
"Thank you for the reading material, I will definitely make sure to evaluate my options," Gabriel said coolly, his eyes narrowing up at the young man. He was mature enough not to make a scene, but he knew he was easily capable of showing the agent a thing or two about respecting his superiors. If he were tall and older again. There was very little he could do as a small toddler.
The second man, who was certainly more professional than the first, smiled nervously. His gaze flickered up to Timothy and, if Cloudy thinks this is okay, he said, "Oh, Wright, they've given you time off as well. After all the work you've been doing, you certainly deserve a break." Much for professional than the first man, the second dipped his head politely to Gabriel. "And thank you for your continued service, sir. It is greatly appreciated." But he could have been trying to apologize for the first man's behavior.
(Wow. Dina's as bad as Sam used to be. The ideas that emerge from unimportant support characters, bro. The ideas...)
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 26, 2015 21:37:40 GMT -8
The first man swiped his tongue across his teeth and poked the other on his cheekbone--mostly in a "how dare you apologize for me" kind of way before giving a careless glance up towards Gabriel. The irritation he felt off of those in the room almost made him want to give a shit eating grin. And he also wanted to say that the papers were in braille. Almost. But he wouldn't give Gabriel that satisfaction. In hindsight, yeah. He should be more respectful to a higher up. Fuck it. "Well, I can see from your rumpled clothes, and the clothes falling off Gabriel over there, you're busy." A smirk was in his tone and eyes, just not on his lips. "But now you two have plenty of time. Enjoy your 'vacations'." He stepped away and whipped his tail against the other man's ass, like a good respected gentleman, and nodded down the hallway. He didn't say anything as he swaggered down the hall.
Timothy kept his teeth clenched to keep himself from baring his fangs. Keeping his anger in check, he said crisply, "Thank you for coming out to speak to us directly." A dismissal. Truth be told, the idea of taking time off sagged his shoulders with relief. He still wanted to visit those graves… Maybe he could ask Gabriel if he had plans.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 27, 2015 10:36:49 GMT -8
The poor second man looked as if he wanted to say more, to apologize further, but he heard the dismissal in Timothy's voice. He dipped his head once more before stepping out of the room and closed the door behind him. Sometimes, he could help but wish he had been paired up with some other partner. Someone who knew how to respect others.
If Malcolm was still holding Gabriel, maybe the boy could feel the ancient ketsuki's deep angry breaths. It took several seconds before Gabriel was able to swallow his anger as he repeatedly told himself it wasn't worth it. It isn't worth it. He had been dealing with bad attitudes for years. First he was too young and now he was too old. "Come on," Gabriel finally muttered. "Let's go before the two decide to come back."
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 27, 2015 15:03:54 GMT -8
Malcolm didn't understand why that man had been so rude, and he didn't understand what he said that made him so rude. But he could understand the anger that Gabriel was trying so hard to get an hold on. He felt it akin to his own, bowling in his chest. He committed that man's face to memory, among to the others he had in his mind, the others that had to pay.
That man would regret being mean.
A sigh left Timothy, and he shifted on his feet, "Give me a few moments," Timothy grumbled. He reached up and pressed his thumbs against his temples, trying to soothe his irritation. As soon as he had some control over it, he swung open the door again and stuffed Gabriel's envelope in a pocket on the inside of his jacket. "I'm sorry, for the wait." Gods, he wanted to say so much more, to apologize to Gabriel, but... wouldn't that make his father feel worse?
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